Hosted a college house party fairly recently, our house was packed. Our basement refrigerator was full of jello shots that I handed out to the party goers all evening. As jello shots often do, they ran out eventually. Not much was left in that refrigerator except a few old beers and a jar containing two pickle halves. Our party was brought to an early end by the police, no big deal, everyone left. As I'm assessing the post-party situation, I notice only one pickle remains. Not typically rude, but I enjoy imagining what was going through their mind at the moment of pickle thievery. "No more jello shots? No more stale beer? Guess I'll just eat this here pickle."